The Endless Forest

and then they came for me

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In other news, entered the woods today. The proposition that had risen recently giving fuel to the fire of her mind as theories sprung up here and there. Amid this, couldn't help but bounce back to her visit to a certain vendor. Finding Pao's Tarot reading to be peculiar -- or rather, the sayings of the cards themselves. Believes the cards said what they had for a reason, and that they would produce some interesting answers in the coming days if things fell into place.

Chose, in the end, to shake the thoughts from her head and set herself to wander as snow drifted from the sky. Unwilling to drive her into an early anxious pit.

Found Kissare and greeted the buck upon approach, taking up a spot near to him. Observant of the woods to a degree, but overall enjoying the calm snow fall. Didn't fail to see Niklaus when the red became all too apparent, as well as the one they were roaming after. Put on initial edge by the Sun Eater's appearance, though it quickly dulled when there didn't seem to be any havoc to be had. Had thoughts about that. Questioned the creature's sanity and wondered what would cause him to snap this time before everyone countered against it.

» The colors of her coat shift. While normally appearing blue-black, the iridescence with which her coat shimmers in a majority of her artwork happens via feeling certain emotions.

» Fur and hair have a mind of its own and often react in a similar fashion that her 'colors' do. Sway and move as if underwater when in a relaxed state, bristle and writhes when angry.

» Bleeds a thick, blue-black liquid comparable to tar. Not actually blood, but her aether and azoth. Azoth is poisonous if ingested and may cause anywhere from constant vomiting to dizzying hallucinations.

» Does not have legitimately working internal organs or blood to work them, and is made up primarily of aetherian and azothian qualities. Particularly those of Eidolon and Amalgam in nature. Therefor, Imogen is not susceptible to the effects of any venom or poison.

» No true stomach, and while there is no need to really eat to refuel, she does enjoy eating certain foods for their tastes or textures. Is an absolute sucker for cheese whizz and cheesecake and other unhealthy things. Whatever she does consume simply burns up inside of her.

» Often carries a second set of fangs tucked away in her mouth that are much longer than the other four. Hollow and venomous, though the 'venom' in question is no more than her own aether. Pumps the golden material into someone and then proceeds to tear them apart from the inside out by recalling it back to her.

» Eyes are fully capable of seeing a plethora of colors and a sense of depth humans don't normally see. Pupils are capable of changing with her shape-shifting abilities to grant her better perception.

» Tail is made up of fur, feathers, and whip-like extensions that may end with a scorpion-like tip. Not hollow or filled with venom, but fairly sharp and meant to dissuade attackers rushing her from behind. Capable of extending them further simply by flushing them with azoth. Can sprout more if she needs to and also dull them to simple tassels.

» Believed to be sterile.

» Doesn't have a need to breathe as she has no true functioning lungs. Does so at times of stress [ ex; panting, breathing deeply ] as a need to calm down. May sigh or hiss through her teeth as a form of expression. Without the need to breathe, can stand completely still.

» Scentless. May carry the scent of another on her, but not for very long. Doesn't want to be mistaken for another unless on purpose.

» Appears to be in her mid-20s, young adult. Is fairly old and knows more and is more than she lets on.

» While her Fae lifetime may be over, Imogen still carries the significant ear-length and fangs with her at times. Long ears have much better hearing than her human ones and her fangs are flashed in anger or even frustration -- often likes to wear them simply because she likes them.

» Frost-white hair that mimics the same that you'd find on the face of her feral form. Kept short in the back due to the heat and the overall effect of taking care of it easily, but keeps the front significantly longer. Doesn't let it grow far past her navel before she hacks it off, though. Often silky straight and twirls it on occasion out of habit.

» Collector of several names. Aliases, mainly. All of them hold a place within her heart while others may be connected to her past.

» Nomadic. Rarely settles in one place for long, but does favor a few haunts out of the many she's come to curl up in over time, both in the forest and in the city she lives in. Rarely ever stays within the home she's been at for some time now.

» Has a thing about being touched, especially when angry. Lashes out easily when in what she would consider a vulnerable state of mind, and often seeks solitude. Shuts herself away or may go out of her way to break the tension within herself by seeking action.

» Suffers from a version of post traumatic stress disorder and a slight antisocial personality disorder due to past altercations. Has a motor tic associated with these instabilities that involves head-twitching and muscle jumps. More often seen whilst trying to rest or remain still rather than when "active", such as fighting or stressed. Lack of distraction tends to draw out her tics more often than not.

» Has a slight case of amnesia. Bad memory. May remember things differently than others, and may remember them in an odd or peculiar way. Such as remembering where something was by the sound it made. When coming back to life, memories from the life before may take a while to reform. Moments before death are hazy, but remembered eventually.

» Where attraction is involved, the Magpie leans more toward males than females, yet finds an interest in masculine figurines overall.

» Haunted by a death that isn't her own. Has a 'hole' where this someone used to be, but cannot place a face or a name to it. "Carries" the guilt of forgetting them with her, and the heaviness of it weighs her down some days. Holds a deep longing for this somebody, and, in a small sense the Magpie looks to ways she might find the bits of them that she does remember in other people.

» Remembers emotions, feels them, just can't seem to be able to express them properly at times. May come off as cold shouldered, or without a filter. When nervous, she may become overly loving or even 'clingy' only to retreat seconds later. Laughs a lot when she's particularly paraoid. Says things as they are when provoked with topics by certain people, and is utterly crude should she take offense to something she deems aimed toward her, or worse: those she may consider to be under her "care".

» Over-thinker. Does so in an act of adaptation to a given situation, or one that may not even happen. Even though it may throw her into a stressful fit should she assume too much. Takes a step back when things become too much, though it's a weighted one.

» Whether it's from a past unknown to her, or because she was raised in a wolf's form first, Imogen has a very solitary like setting. Finds comfort in being alone, though not always comfortable in her own thoughts for long. Seeks companionship or a 'presence' on occasion and is completely content in lingering in silence with someone or a group of familiars.

» "Feral." Whatever form she's in, even human, she has one foot in the forest. May fall into instincts not normally seen in one species while in the skin of another. Keeps herself in tact most of the time.

» While not exactly motherly, holds something of a soft spot for young children. Immediately put on guard by their presence, if only for the child itself.

» Drawn toward roughians and those with considerable gristle. Gives a wide birth to those who are considerably sweet for no real reason, placing them as attention-seekers and not always as innocent as they may seem. Believes they're out to get something. Seeks the stable and the like-minded, though loves people with a sense of humor on par with her own.

» Grudge holder, bridge burner. Will keep in mind what was said or done to her or those she holds dear, and will forever use it to mark someone in future events should they even be a prominent part of her life. On rare occasions, may find it in herself to settle a situation.

» Resurrected into the House of Alethia under Ekidna's watch. Died a millennium ago in the Fall.

» Considered to be an amalgamation by many who've heard of her Making. Mixed heavily with high intentions and expectations, unaware of her impending ascension. The first and last of Ekidna's "line". Not entirely true, however. Remains to be the Tithe, or tenth, in that particular line.

» Carries a glass pen-like object with her while in Thule called a stelae. Uses it to write runes upon her skin in order to grant certain abilities to her she wouldn't otherwise have. Temporary, as they go away over time and through usage. The symbols fading into the skin until nothing remains.

» Due to her Fae life, was once incapable of handling iron. Can now do so if only because of the barrier that lies within her blood because of her mixed genome. Still abhors the stuff.

» Considered to be a daughter of Strife, though unclaimed and doesn't care much to being such. Knows who she is and what she is, and isn't going to risk it getting out until it's time. Whenever that may be.

Outside of her shape-shifting her powers aren't really shown in-forest as some may be considerably overpowered. If not spoken about beforehand, my character will never use her abilities against your character. I, however, WILL have her use them should her life be threatened. While she may be immortal, Imogen can very much perma-die with the right concoction.

Immortality
Undying, everlasting, sempiternal. Upon death, the Swallowtail dissolves into a black mist and returns home resurrected, if not a little disorientated.

Mirage
Illusionist, trickster, mimic. Makes copies of herself, or of animals that may resemble her likeness to confuse attackers. May also mimic voices or sounds.

Transmogrification
Shape-shifter. Can grow big or small. Will pull parts of other animals onto herself, or hold 'phantom' limbs that become transparent or physical at will. Phantom limbs appear black with mild iridescence in them. When shape-shifting, all forms carry her colors and markings.

Winnow
Teleportation magic. Travels across grand distances or short ones in the blink of an eye. The longer the distance, the more energy it costs.

Reformation
Capable of re-growing limbs should they be ripped off, though it may take time. Doesn't scar after being resurrected, and wounds gained heal with time. Depending on how deep and critical they are is the defining factor in her healing.

Amplifier
A catalyst for magic wielders. Capable of becoming an amplifier for spells and rituals via channeling them or subjecting her aether to the runes involved.

Echo
Can witness future or past events not pertaining to her, but things that others have done. Scenes are often short while the ability overall is uncontrolled a good percent of the time.

Mancer
Catalyst abilities extend to her ability to take some of her aether and transfigure it to an 'element'. The term 'element' may refer to fire, ice, water, or it may refer to venom or poison she may make. Controlled at will.

Skape
Learning to 'create' or manifest things in the same manner she uses her aether to transfigure elements.

Aether
Aether is used in many ways across Thule, should you have it within you or obtain it via the Shadowmarket. It's a substance within Imogen that remains to be her 'fuel', an embodiment of her will. Capable of using pure aether to do the things she does, though never without some form of azoth to cover it. Imogen's aether is a striking gold and can be seen through her eyes, the markings along her cheeks and neck, and in the azothian-bound extensions she often has upon her being.

When aether cools, it turns into hardened azoth and loses some of its aetherian properties.

Azoth
A black ichor that frames her entire being and makes up the solid formation of her bones. Acts as the shield to her aether when it's exposed to keep it from burning the things it may come into contact with and to protect it the same way skin protects your nerves and muscles. Azoth may be made to form into something as hard as the toughest material on Earth, or as fluid as the water you may drink.

Azoth that is still coursing with aether may be 'alive' in a sense. If you cut off an extension and it holds aether, that extension will return to the owner. Either in full should there be enough flowing through it, or it will splatter and return in multiple pieces. Otherwise it will simply turn to smoke in a matter of seconds and dissolve.

Much like a muscle, azoth can tear if it becomes overworked or pushed too hard. When this happens scar tissue will form and it will either heal with time should the being with it take care, or forever be damaged.

Anam
The heart, or center of her being. Her soul. If one were to rip it out of her, they would find it to be a circular object of power that holds the stars. Being a nephilim, Imogen's anam is rather powerful and nearly priceless on the market. It's morphed and mutated to perfection.

It's currently hidden behind a glamour to make it appear more akin to a clear flame.

Homage

A soul lost in a quarry, picked up by the placement of time and happenstance. Imogen has been many things, and has brought many things along with her in the lives she's spent. From an Eidolon demon, to High Fae, to an Angelic Nephilim, to other things in between lost in history, constructed by something a little less and a little more, her journey has forged her into who she is today. Even if memory loss and the unfortunate circumstances of a skewed past have carved out characterizations she may have had in her former lives.

Formation

First Life —
» Records lost.

Second Life —
» Records lost.

Third Life —
» Experienced as a High Fae.
» Reborn within the higher class, a princess, thus raised with considerable standards and expectations. Blast them all.
» Did not have any siblings, but did have one close half-cousin who quickly became her best friend.
» Due to political differences, assassinations began becoming frequent. Fear amassed.
» Lost one of her aunts during a raid. Thought her cousin had been lost as well when he never reappeared.
» Marked during a particularly harrowing evening. Brought forward on her sixteenth birthday to be shown to a group of particularly influential individuals simply named: the Council. Decisions were made. Her mother and father disagreed with most of what was said.
» Lived, hidden, for a time. Remained Marked.
» . . . more.

Fourth Life —
» Rift wars.
» The Crossing.
» The splitting of Pangea and the creation of Thule.
» Ascension.
» Murder.

Fifth Life —
» Resurrection.

Resolution

Reincarnation, reformation, remaking. Began calling herself Imogenya whilst keeping the truth of who and what she really is hidden behind heaps of glamour. Few possess the ability to see beyond the veil intricately placed around her, and fewer still live after claiming to know who and what she really is underneath it all.

Considers the Centurion to be a useful nuisance in the run of things. A mundane who walks the fine line of being exposed to the supernatural. Does her best to remain out of the authoritarian's way, but knows she's on his radar after a particular incident left several people dead.

Niklaus, Ardea and 'Z'

Sees the trio as a chaotic unit. Never one without the others. Watched out for, and considered a threat to what the Magpie calls a relative 'peace of mind'. Avoided, but not actively.

The House of Alethia
On one of the most esteemed college campuses within Cittàgazze lies 12 houses. Nine of which are secret societies, well versed in the downworld factions, and one of which remains to be the law over everything involving the occult. That is where Alethia stands. Its members, few and far between, hold a law unspoken to outsiders where it concerns the workings of the city.

Ekidna resides over the House while her heir, Imogen, remains to be an authoritive figure.

Thule;
Homeworld. Where she returns when dying somewhere off-world.

Thule is massive compared to Earth, more comparable to Saturn in size. Biomes are vast and so are the main cities. There are many places that have gone without terraforming and remain unmapped. These places are normally homes for the inhuman populace that hold little tolerance for the mundane, and kept secret and sacred. Guarded by Nephilim or by the beasts that roam it. More the former than the latter these days.

The city known as Cittàgazze, or the City of the Magpies, settled within a vast mountain valley in the region of Kacish is where Imogen resides. Below it are remnants of an older city, unreachable by convenient means unless you were to traverse the underground tunnels. It's frowned upon to journey here, as the place is a relic of the Fall. Reports of mundanes and even Nephilim disappearing into the tunnels forever haunt many and are used to deter those who would enter in search of lost treasure or truth.

The temperatures and biomes in Kacish are comparable to Alaska's. Changing in much the same way during the summer and the winter times.

The Veil;
The world of the dead, the Afterlife.

The Forest;
"Her" forest. Thinks of the place as little more than a crossing. A purgatory you can leave but some others cannot. Odd to think people are born and raised in such a place with so many passing faces that may not even be seen again. Witnessed on multiple accounts where children were dumped and left behind to fend for themselves, only to have them flock to strangers in hopes of survival. The act alone makes her cringe, though she supposes it's a form of natural selection and, for the most part, leaves it be.

"She is both, hellfire and holy water. And the flavor you taste depends on how you treat her."
— Sneha Pal

"Longing is a room built entirely of knives"
— Leslie Harrison

"I let you die. To save myself, I let you die. That is the danger in keeping company with survivors."
— Leigh Barudgo

"This is the price she pays for seeing things differently. Because once you gaze into the relentless darkness, all that lurks within it can see you too."
— Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice

"I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed."
— Sarah J. Maas

"You do not kneel or bend, I told myself. To anyone. You continue."
— Somaiya Daude

"I can still taste the past."
- Unknown

"Show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins."
— Pluto

"Lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. Proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. I'm not a pious hermit, I haven't done only good in my life. But if I'm to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all."
— Andrzej Sapkowski

"There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell."
— Haruki Murakami

"She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil’s lair. She wasn’t innocent now, but she didn’t know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing."
— ???

"Maybe sometimes you have to lose who you were to find out who you are."
— Unknown

"And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can."
— Laini Taylor

"Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish, but regardless, we shall always strive to be good."
— Logarius

"She loves rambling alone in her woods. She loves going out by herself at night. She loves hiding from callers. She loves walking among her trees and musing."
— Virginia Woolf

"Have you died before? It's a serious question. When the illusion of self is shattered, you simply cease to be. Though it may not seem that way to others, you know when it is true. You can feel it, a stranger in your own body, an imposter and nothing is the same ever again."
— Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice

"I was never insane, except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
— Edgar Allan Poe

"Oh," the girl said, shaking her head. "Don’t be so simple. People adore monsters. They fill their songs and stories with them. They define themselves in relation to them. You know what a monster is, young shade? Power. Power and choice. Monsters make choices. Monsters shape the world. Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better. They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls. Even as we curse monsters, we admire them. Seek to become them, in some ways." Her eyes became distant. "There are far, far worse things to be than a monster."
— Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files

"You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth."
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

All songs represent Imogen in a way, whether through past and present ordeals, or through personality and actions. It's just that some points are more pivitol.

"I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Own me, I'll let you play the role
I'll be your animal
My mommy likes to sing along with me
But she won't sing this song
If she reads all the lyrics
She'll pity the men I know"

"Don't move a muscle.
No, we can't have a struggle.
But the situation is in control.
So play pretend that it's all good.
You could tell the Messiah.
His pants are on fire, I'll politely decline, ah,
I gotta go, I gotta stick my head in the sand.
Then block out all the sadness."

"What are you willing to lose?
You cover your wounds, but underneath them,
A million voices in your head that whisper, 'Stop, now.'
Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws.
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you.
Arm yourself, a storm is coming.
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down."

"Yes I know I'm a wolf and I've been known to bite.
But the rest of my pack, I have left them behind.
And my teeth may be sharp and I've been raised to kill.
But the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill.
So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me."

Hello! ;7;
They're just little snippets to her daily life, little look-ins to her world's workings. <3 Can't always be in forest these days so I try to substitute forest events for stuff she does when elsewhere.